Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Ava arches her chest, whimpering as she shakes her head. Even though we’re outside in the open air and she’s wearing a diaper, I can smell her arousal.
I continue my explanation because I enjoy her physical reaction, including the fact that her nipples are rock hard points. “Remember how it felt for Papi to prick your titties the night we met? The wash of arousal that consumed you? Well, imagine what it will feel like to have little hoops dangling from your precious buds all the time. Papi can just lean over and lick them to drive you wild. The tiny open hole will constantly be susceptible to my saliva.”
She tugs on her arms with surprising strength. I can’t tell for sure if she’s angry with me or not because she’s about to come. If I touched her clit right now, she would reach orgasm instantly. That’s how potent her arousal is.
“Hmmm. I think the thought of getting your titties pierced makes you hotter than the thought of having your bottom cleaned out. I’ll remember that.” I release her and rise to leave her with her thoughts and internal turmoil.
She’s at war with herself. I’ve spoken to enough Papis to know the signs. She’s not the first Little girl to arrive on Eleadia and feel such deep resentment. Everyone assures me she will not hold out forever. She can’t.
Her body is aligning more with mine every day. She won’t be able to ignore the pull. It’s powerful. I can feel it growing every day, too. In addition, I haven’t taken my cock in my own hand or used any artificial means to reach orgasm since we arrived. I want to, but I’m waiting for her. She’s not getting relief, so I’m not either.
“She can’t hold out forever,” I mutter to myself as I sit down on the patio and open my laptop. I should be writing, but it’s difficult to focus on the words when all I want to do is watch my Little girl squirm on the blanket.
Chapter Twelve
Ava
Papi tricked me into speaking yesterday, and it was worth it because I got to lie in the sun and look at all the pretty flowers for so long that I also took a nap on the blanket. It was peaceful listening to the sounds of nature and staring at all the beautiful colors. It’s mesmerizing. There is no way to describe how many more colors there are here.
I know in my heart I’m going to be okay, but I’m fighting him every step of the way. Not speaking or moving backfired on me. I’m feeling slightly more surly about it today, too, because I assume Papi is going to threaten me with humiliating medical exams in exchange for me making the progress he wants. I’d rather he just leave me alone and let me stew with my anger for a while.
I have new problems, too. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he told me he was going to have my nipples pierced. Told me. He didn’t ask me if I wanted needles pushed through my tender buds. He told me. I hate that he informed me of my demise so nonchalantly as if he were letting me know we would go to the park next week.
My nipples are a constant source of aggravation. They tingle even though Papi hasn’t pricked them or any other part of me since we arrived on Eleadia. They tingle anyway, sometimes to the point of aching. I want him to touch them, suck on them…prick them. Yes, I actually crave that sensation. The sharp bite of pain.
When Papi told me I’m not permitted to touch my titties yesterday, I nearly hyperventilated. His dominance is so over the top. It’s all-inclusive. It has no end. He dominates me in every aspect of my life, and every time he adds to it, my plight worsens.
I’m lying on the floor in a playpen in the great room where I’m supposed to be working on building my strength and improving my fine motor skills. There’s a mobile hanging over me. Papi wants me to play with it. I want to go outside again and look at the sky and the flowers.
I also want to talk to Mia, but I’m scared to see her. I bet she isn’t the least bit embarrassed to have been claimed by a giant Daddy who is undoubtedly Babying her the way Ganrax is me. I’m mortified, though. I’m not like Mia. This isn’t a lifestyle I would have chosen for myself.
Papi insists I will eventually realize I’m submissive and suited for life as his mate, but I can’t wrap my head around it, and I don’t want to.
Even when I was a young child, I never really saw myself getting married. I didn’t like the relationship my mother and father had, so I vowed I would not make the same mistakes.